"Life Is A Series Of Random Events That Happen Between Birth And Death.."

I try to open my lips, utter a word,

like a million times.

Then I tell myself, "who cares?"

like a million times.

And i try to whine ,infront of myself

like a million times.

Again, i shut up and keep going

like a million times...

-mauli

Haircut thoughts, felt like sharing

Yesterday, me and my sis went to get a haircut after 2 long years. I was sitting there as my sis got her hair chopped down and noticed a guy sitting beside her.

He had been there before we came in and left just before us - when both my sis and me were done. He just sat there and got a freaking makeover in all the possible ways. I personally don't like spending time in salons just to look good but that's just me, he liked it and did it and I was like yeah , you go boy! *Me feeling guilty for even noticing ,as this should be normal*

The guys who pamper themselves, who get facials and spend 2hrs in a salon getting everything done to look good, I feel they are truly open-minded. They don't care if people say "why is he spending so much time to look good? He is a guy! Such a girl thing to do!". Cuz they don't think that caring about looks is a "girl" thing. It's a human thing. Either one cares or one doesn't care. Nothing to do with the gender here.

Funny thing is that these people, guys who are in salons, don't even realise they respect females in that way. They will still go out and say " women take so long to get ready" when they just spent 2hrs getting there beard and hair set . Feels like in this society , a person has to have courage and bravery to say " It is no such thing as a girl thing". So , choosing the easier way , they say " Huh! Women." *Eye roll*

The society is build this way, it makes us feel this way. But we make the society too, and I feel we are here to change this. Let guys care for their looks if they want and girls not care if they want. Go ahead , be yourself . And you don't need some new found courage for that. Nothing is a girl thing or guy thing ,if it is, it's a human thing.

Btw, I got my hair from longer-than-shoulder length to cant-even-touch-the-eyebrow length and I love it!!

Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you...

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Such beautiful lines .... Had to share them

Lets sit out and watch the rain pour. I'll look at you and envy the rain drops that fall on your face, so delicate, sparkling like stars. Tracing down your face like my fingers wish to.

Life is short, live everyday....

That's just what everyone might say.

But life,

It's BIG.

It's LONG.

Oh heck, it's WIDE!

Let no one tell you otherwise.

Your first 20yrs may seem like the assurance of a "happily ever after" if done correctly.

But there is no correct way.

Everyday, may seem like you are not doing anything worth, life is so short.

But it's not.

Take your time.

Do things you love and do something for your loved ones.

Yes, there is a lot of time for most of us,

But remember , there is no time to waste.

Yes life's unpredictable.

And that is another reason for you ,to do you, everyday, step by step.

No, long life isn't assured, but if we make ourselves miserable thinking our life will be better if we do a 1000 things a day, we are still wasting it

No one will live our life.

We will.

Embrace each day you get, cuz many don't get a next day.

Live like you have to live forever.

Speed things up for your excitement, not because your life will be ruined if you don't.

You. Have. Time.

A lot. Or. A little.

You. Have. Control.

Live time. It's not to waste.

-mauli

Lucky to have realized, that being Alone and being Lonely are indeed two different things. One doesn't bother you and other makes you miserable...

Why do i write ?

Why am i even here?

Maybe in hope.

Maybe in desperation.

Maybe is anticipation.

Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.

Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.

Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.

Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.

Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.

To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.

Maybe to live a little.

Maybe.

-mauli

Life goes on,

Ignoring my pain and blues

Life goes on,

No matter what i choose.

They asked , then what's the point living,

when all we're headed to, is death?

I tried to find that answer myself

but failed hard, somehow.

Until Now.

Looking back at all that,

i dont weep, but ponder,

if death is all it is about

then we wouldn't have been alive

in the first place!

It's not about ending, in the end.

It's about making everything about my end

worth dying for.

It's about making a life, worth living.

Making all my time between

life and death

worth remembering,

is all what it is about.

-mauli